29 September 2010

You swear it's not the wine."It's just that I feel so alivejust now. This moment."

There's something about this placethat could make a girl cryAnd can make you feel incurably studiousat 4 in the afternoonWhen the campfire-y smells ofdinners being madeignite in the air.

Then suddenly the street becomesa hallowed place:A church you come to light candles in,as if small flames licking the dim, incensed airare the only messages that God understands.

Leaves begin to fall in slow-motionand you are amazed at the chill in the airand the quick puffs of breaththat drift from your lips.Because your heart has not felt warmersince that one night all those years agowhen you discovered that you weren't infinite.And that not being infiniteis kind of all right.

22 September 2010

Well, France has thus far welcomed me with open arms! I have simply fallen in love with the architecture, the fashion, the food and the overall feeling of this beautiful country.

While Paris is probably one of my favorite places ever, Versailles (where I'm living) has its own charm and definitive vibe. From the extravagance of the Chateau de Versailles to the more organic feel of the Place du Marché at Notre-Dame, this city has something to offer every kind of tourist, or even temporary citizen.

My favorite part just may be the boulangeries and patisseries that stand at attention on nearly every street corner, tempting me with their delightful delicacies. Glistening tarte aux pommes, savory quiche lorraines and buttery croissants, to name just a few.Every morning the lines are out the door as the locals hustle out laden with baguettes and delicate pastries wrapped in decorative tissue paper or in small cardboard boxes.

I guess all I'm saying is that if I come home with about 20 extra pounds on me...don't be surprised.

I want to breathe life into you,so I press my lips down on your lips, like a lifeguard,and pretend I've just pulled you from the waves.I taste the salty and breathe a little more of myair into your lungs.

You do not stir.

You are barely alive and even my oxygencannot revive your sleeping heart.